Hard Bastard(154)
I didn’t know if she was insanely controlling because of his death or if she had always been that way. I suspected it had always been there and was just aggravated by his death. That controlling drive served her very well in her business positions, but it made her a monster at home.
But Alexa didn’t need to know any of that. It was just some shitty, sad story from my past. I got out of that house when I turned eighteen, and I never bothered looking back.
“Cindy can be tough,” I said simply.
“She’s the CEO of a huge company. Of course she can.”
I just shrugged and sipped my whisky, not bothering to argue.
“Anyway,” I said, “here’s to you and me. Husband and wife, finally back together.”
She made a face and sighed, clinking her glass to mine. “I actually have a surprise for you,” she said.
“Great. Is it your panties?”
“What? No, it’s not my panties.”
“That’s a shame. If it were, I’d take you back into that fancy bathroom and fuck you until we got kicked out or you came, whichever happened first.”
She ignored me, digging into her bag. She slowly pulled out a thick, crinkled-looking piece of paper.
“Here it is,” she said triumphantly.
“What’s that?”
“Proof.” She held it out.
I took it and unfolded it. I looked at it for half a second before bursting out laughing. It was an official marriage license, signed by the two of us plus the priest from Thailand.
“What’s funny?” she said, annoyed.
“Alex,” I said, handing her back the paper, “I know we’re married.”
She stared at me for a second. “What?”
“I believed you as soon as you showed this to me on your laptop.”
“You asshole!”
She was furious, but I couldn’t help but grin at her. I couldn’t tell if she was going to storm out of the restaurant and get a cab back home, throw her drink in my face, or both. I took a deep sip of my whisky, savoring the delicious taste since I suspected it was going to be my last drink before I got tossed out.
Instead, she didn’t make a scene. She took another deep breath and put the paper back into her bag.
“What now?” she asked.
I blinked, surprised. If I were her, I would have been cursing me out, maybe throwing a punch or two. Instead, she was rolling with it.
This was the second time she’d impressed me tonight.
Before I could answer, the waiter returned and took our orders. When he was gone, she looked at me expectantly.
“I’m not sure what you want,” I said.
“A divorce, obviously. Let’s fix this stupid mistake.”
“Mistake?” I grunted. “You’re lucky to be married to me.”
She held back a smile. “Yeah, right. You’re just an arrogant jerk.”
“An arrogant jerk that can get you off with his pinky finger.”
“Arrogant and cocky.”
“Cocky for good reason.” I leaned forward, grinning at her. “Remember our wedding night?”
She blushed. “I remember.”
“You know what I can make your body feel, sis.”
She shook her head, smiling. “Cut it out, Cole. I’m not interested.”
“Your loss then.”
“Are you always like this? Or did the jungle mess your brain up?”
I laughed. “The jungle just made me hard. Though not as hard as you make me.”
She rolled her eyes, groaning. “Good one.”
“Thank you.”
The waiter returned and refreshed our drinks. I was feeling looser, lighter, and I could tell she was too.
“Back to that divorce.”
“Divorce?” I ask innocently. “What divorce?”
“Cole.”
“I’m just saying, Alex. You haven’t even given this pairing a chance.”
“There’s no pairing here. This whole thing was just one stupid, drunk mistake. It was a misunderstanding. It was . . .”
“The best orgasm you’ve ever gotten?” I offered while she searched for the word.
“Yes. I mean, no. It was regrettable.”
I smirked at her. “So the orgasm was great. You’re finally admitting it.”
“That’s not what I’m saying. There’s no orgasms here, Cole. Just a divorce.”
“I don’t know,” I said slowly. “That dress screams sex to me.”
She blushed. “What about this dress?”
“Come on. You wore that dress just to tease me. Don’t pretend otherwise.”
“I didn’t. It’s a nice place. I wanted to dress up.”
“Sure, you can tell yourself that. Truth is, you want me to take you back home and peel that thing off you slowly, make your toes curl with my mouth.”